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Four hundred and thirtieth second light and dark

Ren Xiaojin looked worriedly at the center of the round platform, and couldn't help but worry: "Is Jiang Yu going to be okay?"

Ren Xiaojin asked Ye Feng, but Ye Feng did not answer him. It was Jiang Yu who answered Ren Xiaojin: "There is something wrong with my foot."

After Ren Xiaojin was stunned for a moment, he immediately understood that since Jiang Yu was in Ye Feng's position at the moment, then Ye Feng was not him. After Ren Xiaojin stepped on Jiang Yu desperately, he quickly stood up and said, "Feng!"

Jiang Yu felt the pain and knelt down to rub his feet, wondering to Lao Ye how he could bear this kind of trampling.

The smoke cleared, and Ye Feng held the dragon chant in his hand. The dragon chant trembled and hummed softly. Ye Feng's expression was quite embarrassed, and he was breathing quickly as he looked at Xu Xin floating in the sky. With cold eyes, he said word by word:

"Sword——immortal."

It turned out that at that critical moment, Ye Feng and Jiang Yu exchanged positions. Ye Feng held the Dragon Sword and used the sword-breaking style of the Dugu Nine Swords to strike down the countless flying swords in the sky at the same time.

To the outside world, there was only one sound, but Xu Xin, or to be precise, the sword fairy who was temporarily possessing Xu Xin understood that it was the sound of all the flying swords hitting all at the same time at extremely fast speeds.

It was as if time had paused at that moment. In fact, Ye Feng did use the Law of Time, but from the beginning to the end, Ye Feng only used the strength of the ninth level of body training to deal with it. Whether it was Tiangang Yuanqi or physical strength, he did not explode his original strength.

The moment Ye Feng exchanged places with Jiang Yu, Ye Feng understood that the real master behind Ying Hao had come out, so Ye Feng could not be exposed yet, not to mention that the other party only relied on a 9th level Qi refining monk to display his strength.

, the reason why he is at the 9th level of Qi Refining. The reason is very simple. He is an immortal. He disdains standing at the same height as ants and humans. He is used to overlooking humans who are like ants and mustards. He wants to be above them.

But Ye Feng wanted to give it a try. If his realm was not as good as others and the level of swordsmanship was not as good as others, what was the limit he could reach by relying only on swordsmanship.

The Sword Immortal looked down at Ye Feng from high above, with a sarcastic look in his eyes, and a voice that was neither male nor female, echoing in the hall. "A useless mortal with no spiritual roots, a ninth-level half-step Heavenly Sword Realm, plus an interesting mortal..."

Sword skills. Yes, you are a very good ant, worthy of my taking another look."

Ye Feng looked at him coldly and said after a moment: "I lost."

"No, you didn't lose, you just didn't win. At this moment when spiritual energy is lacking, you, a mortal without spiritual roots, can indeed be considered at the pinnacle of this world."

The sword immortal looked at the ant in front of him and continued with contempt, "When the spiritual energy returns, mortals will eventually stop being mortals and will not be able to take the step of becoming immortals. And the so-called peak you have reached at that time is just the genius of the immortal world."

It’s just the starting point at the foot of the mountain.”

In fact, at this moment, it seems to Yue Gou that, as far as this so-called Sword Immortal is concerned, Ye Feng did not lose, he just did not win. The Sword Immortal's blow showed a power that has exceeded the limit of human understanding, but this man named Ye Feng did not.

With human strength, he withstood the blow. On this point alone, Ye Feng was definitely not weak. At least in the realm of physical training and Qi training. Moreover, Yue Gou knew very well that in a different place, he would never be able to withstand that blow.

, it’s a pity that this person named Ye Feng is a mortal without spiritual roots.

Ye Feng did not deny it, because there was no point in denying or admitting it at this moment. In the previous fight, Ye Feng knew where his limit was, and this was what he cared about most and was happiest about. Because he knew

Once you know where the limit is, you know how big the gap is, and then the next step is to go beyond the limit. If you don't even know where the limit is, then there's no point in going beyond the limit.

The sword fairy lost interest indifferently, "So you are not even qualified to be my opponent. You are just a clown crossing the street. It seems that the old guy also made a mistake sometimes."

After Ye Feng looked at the Sword Immortal for a moment, he turned to Ying Hao and said, "I think there is no need for me to stay and be tested. Can I go then?"

Ying Hao nodded and said, "King Ye, please help yourself."

...

When Ye Feng and others came out, they were almost kicked out, which was in sharp contrast to the previous second prince who came specially to greet them.

When the door of Lingyan Pavilion was slammed shut from the inside, everyone else was so angry that they couldn't help themselves. But Ye Feng, like a normal person, looked around and found a flatbed trailer, and then drove the vehicle to the front of everyone.

The others saw that Ye Feng had put on his bamboo hat again, hung his dog's tail grass, and looked leisurely and contented. It was obvious that he was in a good mood.

Seeing everyone's sad faces, Ye Feng suddenly smiled and said, "What's wrong with everyone? You're so sad."

"..." Everyone was speechless. Perhaps this was the first time since they met Ye Feng that Ye Feng had lost face. Everyone just felt sorry for Ye Feng, but the person involved didn't care at all.

Ye Feng saw what everyone was thinking, "Get in the car, I'll tell you some interesting things on the way."

It was night time at this time. On the way back, Ye Feng drove the carriage and said calmly: "Winning or losing is a common thing for military officers. It doesn't matter at all. I can lose a hundred times, but as long as I can win the last time, that's enough.

"

"Actually, when I came here, I had been thinking about one thing, which was how to dispel other people's suspicions that I might be the mastermind behind the very powerful Huitong Trading Company. Now it's good, there is someone with absolute say in the other camp.

Speak up for me and take off the hat of suspicion for me. This is exactly what I want. Between light and dark, there is no place that makes people feel more at ease than in the dark."

Jiang Yu interrupted at this moment: "Old Ye, your words are completely paving the way for you to be a sinister person secretly."

Ye Feng actually smiled and said, "Thanks for you, you are still following the mean path. Isn't it better to stab someone in the back than to stab them in front? The more you are suppressed and looked down upon, the better you will feel when you stand up, right? Otherwise, the Internet articles will be useless.

Where did Chai Nixiliu come from?”

Ren Xiaojin wanted to comfort and said: "But Feng, your face?"

"My dignity and bottom line are nothing compared to your lives, let alone face."

Ye Feng paused and said, "Now that the pressure is on Nangong Xiong, I can accumulate strength and complete the plan with peace of mind. In fact, I have always been worried about something before going. If I didn't know the details of the other party before, in fact, I

I am only 10% sure that I can deal with the other party, but now that I understand the general situation, I have full confidence to deal with the immortal behind Ying Hao, even if he is a sword immortal, so you say, this

Under such circumstances, shouldn’t I be happy?”


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